Steve Scorfina



All I can hear is wind shouting though the forest

All I can hear is the sun as it's shining

I wish I was home but I'm lost

They say she's waiting by the Natchez Trace

In all the silver thread and cold black lace

When she put you in your resting place

Would you take my gold or leave my soul unscathed



All I can hear is the howling wind and a haunting woman I know

'Cause all the angels in heaven, devils in hell

I think I'm caught in this rock and roll

She's waiting by the Natchez Trace

In all the silver thread and cold black lace

When she put you in your resting place

Would you take my gold or leave my soul unscathed



You got to leave me alone

You got to leave me alone

You got to leave me alone



No, no, no, no

If the woman don't get ya the snakes will

This road is so long and so dark and so cold

She's one bad woman, one bad woman

Waiting for me, get your hands off me

She's waiting by the Natchez Trace

In all the silver thread and cold black lace

When she put you in your resting home

No, no, no, no



Oh, no, she's one bad woman

You got to leave me alone

You got to leave me alone

Oh, no, she's one bad woman